(That day the rain had halted     

                                                       (after two and a half days of drizzle and torrential))

The words are hanging on the clothesline;     they are wet, they are shivering

I asked them to come in and sit down on the lines of my diary.

They reject my proposal rudely and continue the hanging   

to the tune of wet breeze.

I realized or shall I say I deduced     they are looking for the warmth

Of yours.      No, not of your body      nor of your lips

But, of your voice     

                                   to speak them out.


One response to “Unspokens”

  1. Very nice Sangbad…read something very fresh after long time! Loved it 👍


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